User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-32303-20160426040820/@comment-32303-20160427231115

"Ah thank ye, Scuttle. Ye did a guid job. Dinnae kill her. . ." The unspoken 'yet' hung on the air. "Lad, did she have a weapon on 'er?" Malachi's eyes narrowed as he looked at the prisoner. ''Ah wuidnae need a weapon ef ah wanted ye daid, fox. . . . ''